And women say men don't talk...

Yesterday on my lunch hour, I got on the elevator in the building I work in to go home for lunch. A couple of floors down the elevator stopped and a young man I ride with almost daily got on to also go down to the main floor.

“Hi!” he smiled.

On the main floor the elevator doors opened. I was looking down to watch my step over the threshold and right in front of me were this pair of enormous black alligator cowboy boots with silver tips. As I looked up and up and up, I saw a young man standing in front of me wearing a very long black dress coat. The guy HAD to be 6’9” tall. HAD to be. He was as tall as the elevator doors.

He smiled at me and took a step back. The guy who was riding in the elevator with me was apparently a friend of his and they were meeting for lunch.

“WOW! Those are SOME boots!” I heard the young man from the elevator say behind me. “Jesus your feet are HUGE! What is that – like a croc for each foot?” he snickered as they walked behind me towards the skywalk and the parking garage.

I really tried not to listen to their conversation but it was hard not to. These guys were funny. I was having a hard time trying not to laugh at their conversation.

“Yes,” the tall one replied. “It was an alligator for each boot and just to piss off the Animal Rights activists I always tell them they’re lined with baby seal!” he chuckled.

As we continued through to skywalk…

“I had these custom made,” the tall one stated. “If you really like these, I can give you the guy’s name. Why don’t you ask your wife if you can get a pair?”

“Yeah…my wife ate my balls for breakfast the day after we got married. I don’t ask for anything – ever! I know better!” he laughed. “You’re lucky you’re not married!”

They both laughed for a minute.

“How big are your feet anyway?” the shorter one asked. “Is it true what they say if you have big feet you have a big…”

“Shut up! She might hear us!” the tall guy said quietly while laughing. In the reflection of the glass I saw him sort of shove his friend in boyish jest.

I couldn’t help it. I totally lost it and laughed. I turned around and looked at them.

“Oh YEAH, baby! It is SO TRUE! Size 22, right?” I smirked up at the tall guy. He just stood there looking at me momentarily like a deer in headlights, his face turned a shade of pink and he then shook his head ‘yes’.

I chuckled and started walking to my car.

“Oh my god she heard us!” they laughed.


So ladies…men DO talk. Unfortunately, many of you don’t take the time to really listen to what they have to say. Listen to them. I guarantee - it’s worth your while. :)